Monday, April 06, 2009
One of the sweetest things about spring are the little lambs! Within minutes of birth, their wobbly legs carry them along as they try to keep up with mama as she goes to graze on pasture grass. It's during lambing season that I most think of our former neighbor, Anna Mae. She loved her sheep and would faithfully tend to their needs, especially during lambing season. From late January until spring, her flashlight beam could be seen at night when she checked on her lambing mothers every few hours around the clock. Twins and triplets were especially fun to observe. Her influence inspired us to keep a bottle baby one year. Our bottle baby grew up to be Fluffy, a devoted and sometimes independent pet whom lived with us until her old age. She had twins most springs, but once had triplets. Those three little lambs were adorable and provided hours of playing fun for the boys (elementary age at the time). Life moves on; changes take place. Anna Mae has passed away, a victim of ovarian cancer (although she would never call herself a victim; she was victorious in Jesus). Her home has sold and now a new house is being built in the pasture next door. It's not nearly as interesting as the sheep. But little lambs still inhabit Earth --- but require us to walk just a little farther down the road for us to see and delight in them!